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Just In My Mind

 With the sun ablazing in the sky as high as it can get, my cat was purring in his careless sleep,with his tail hanging down from the  wooden on which he slept. Yeah, it's the chair I was supposed to be sitting but  nevermind.  The room was nothing, but a mess." The room robbed by a Buggler would cleaner than the sight that laid before my eyes." I thought.. 

I picked up my hat ( I didn't have to search long for it, it was right before my eyes and so was everything else )😉. I yelled good-bye to my flat-mate and left . 


I prefer walking and the fact fact my destination my wasn't far enough from my place, I thought the starts are in my favor ( they were !, at the time  we got thus place to reside in).  The whole scene to accomplish was within my physiological capacities.Want another reason to convince you  ?. Well,  walking gives time to self . It's more peace ful that riding a bicycle ( that depends on  your preference) , or getting on a two- wheeler ( kindof ) , a car ( you NEED to focus on your speed and the road 😜) or the bus.


Gone were the days when I used to walk down the corridors of the college building or the near-by lanes , stumbling here and there for something little ( and unworthy or time and efforts , once my friend said this !). We used to talk everything that won't make sense , giggling throughout the conversation  and then , some words would slip off from our mouth claimming to do something we would never in our wildest dreams , but wait, Words can't be Taken Back, can they ?. 

We would accomplish the  unknown with the support and un- comprehensible looks of our friends and boom !" Forget whatever happend and move on Guys !. " we're the constant preaching words we heard.

Those roads ended and the time flew by .

the experiences become memory.

Now while in walk, I relive the past, 

Just and at least, In My Mind.


Thank you.

ANU.






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